Toxx

Retaking Jump City

Oh shey00t, didn't read that part. No problem.

Retaking Jump City

Pffft, oh yeah.

Retaking Jump City

Is this up for one more? ^-^

Also, boredbrain, that sounds interesting. The 'history together' thing. Did you have anything in mind?

Toxic's Manor

Kazuto Mamoichi

Name: Kazuto Mamoichi

Nickname(s): He doesn't have that many nicknames. 'Orange' is one...but...if you call him that, you can expect either a boot to the face, or a bokken up your ass. Not literally. Maybe. He doesn't like nicknames.

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Nationality: Japanese

Appearance: Kazuto is a tall young man, standing around the height of 6 feet, give or take an inch. His skin is rather...peachy, not pale, yet not exactly tan. It sort of has that tone you would see out of someone that spends an equal amount of time outdoors as he does indoors. His build is also peculiar. While most in school are either bone thin, or a bit overweight, Kazuto has a very lean, streamlined, and muscular look about him, from years of Martial Arts and Kendo training. He weighs something close to 160 or 150, as this goes hand in hand with his build...let's just say a kick or punch from him will send you flying with broken bones and broken dreams. Similarly, due to his surprising strength and speed, Kazuto has been seen slicing right through targets with his dulled bokken. This has caused investigations to go out and see if he has sharpened his homemade wooden sword, but that is not the case. It's just Kazuto's skill when it comes to swords to come out into play.

His eyes are very stormy and chaotic, yet tamed and patient, shining with an inner amusement that only Kazuto seems to relish. Not gray, exactly, or blue or brown or hazel, or green. His eyes are all colors, and no color, nothing fixed. His eyes are the kind of eyes that, depending on the light, were amber one moment, and hazel the next, right before a shining gold takes over the irises. The only constant in them is the oddly colored specks that floats around his irises. Another constant, is the 'flashes' of his irises. When angered, irritated, or annoyed, his eyes will flash, in a manner similar to lightning, turning his eyes from pure gold to chestnut brown, before turning back to it's normal storm of colors. A narrowed, half-lidded appearance his eyes hold, they are lashed by thin eyelashes. Kazuto's features would be described as 'angular' or 'mature', with chiseled cheek bones and a sharp, yet defined chin. an orange Kazuto

His hair is an orange, silky, and feathery pool. While it isn't curly, his hair wouldn't be described as straight either. It can be called wavy, because, as stated, it was a mix of the two. It's also rare to see Kazuto comb or brush it, as he prefers the mismatched strands and such. As for the accurate color description, it's orange. His eyebrows, sharp and arched, matches his hair color, as in most cases. Due to his hair color, he often gets teased about it...which, even more often, ends with the assailant being kicked through the window of the high school.

Personality: In general, Kazuto is a stoic, distant young man who would rather date a knife, rather than an actual living, breathing female. As long as you're respectful, kind, and generally not an abominable hindrance, then you can expect him to treat you at arm's distance - sure, he can joke sometimes, but he's not your friend. If you're an idiot, then you can sort of expect a severe tongue lashing and a disdainful flick of the middle finger. Anymore than that? Well...let's just say that he won't be as forgiving. He's rather easy to get into an argument with, due to him coming off as aloof and uncaring to the lives of others, and despite him staying calm, he's also easy to anger and annoy. Kazuto is inwardly 'kind' despite his hard exterior, and he doesn't mind helping others; although he may seem gruff about it. He is a nice enough guy - maybe a bit too cold and uncaring, but if you're not, in his eyes, frustrating, than he'll be kind to you as long as you return the favor. Under stressful situations, Kazuto is usually the guy who takes charge, unless someone else does, which, in that case, he sits back and observes the proceedings with an analytical air.

Kazuto could be pretty laidback if you catch him on a good day.

Biography: Born on the streets of Kiriyoto, a rather urban, violence-driven city, Kazuto's parents weren't very...famous people. They were middle classed men and women, with his father, Saki, being a firefighter, and his mother, Lucy, being a teacher for mentally challenged children. Life growing up wasn't all that exciting. Kazuto spent his time either studying with his mother; he was a very intelligent and sharp boy growing up, and despite his mom being a handicap teacher, she was also a genius, and taught Kazuto better than what most college professors could ever hope of doing. When he wasn't studying, Kazuto spent his time at the nearby dojo, learning self defense techniques with the old sensei there. Turns out that the young orange haired boy had a knack for fighting, and he quickly went up in ranks, being invited to the Championship Kendo Tournament at the young age of ten. Of course, he won it, and was rated number one youngest Kendo Champion in all of Eastern Japan. The prize money allowed him and his family to move out of their shitty home, and after moving, Kazuto continued his training, becoming the Kendo and Martial Arts leader of his new school, and generally working towards a future. That is...until all of this happened.

Crush: N/A

Other: He carries a sturdy, dark-colored, strap-on backpack that contains a few bottles of water, some fruit snacks, and his bokken, which he is forced to carry around due to being the club's leader, and sadly, advertiser. The bokken's hilt, and part of it's wooden blade, could be seen hanging from the bag.

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The Island

A lot of things were going on.

Jackson slowly opened his eyes from the short rest he had taken, smirking once he realized that the pain from his welts had gone away. He didn't feel the ache anymore either, seeing as his calloused skin had taken so much more pain in his times as a farmer. It took a few seconds for him to stand, but when he did, the man had to brace himself against a tree as a shudder ran through his body. "Movin' so suddenly probably ain't the bes' idea..." He murmured, dooziness forcing his Texan accent to come out a bit more thicker than what it actually sounded like. As soon as the shivers stopped, he straightened back up, beginning to take in account the state of his form. The skin along his muscular torso was now littered with a series of angry red welts and scars, but none of them were bleeding, and the sea water cleansed it from any dirt - meaning that they didn't have a chance of getting infected. There was a small cut on his jaw, but nothing bad, and it had stopped bleeding as well. Other than that, he was completely fine, and he wanted to jump due to him not being injured all that much.

'Now...'bout them...' Jackson's eyes returned to the large group of survivors that were on the shore. There were...around seven? Eight...survivors conversing amongst themselves, seemingly asking about injuries and the location of their current island. Jackson twisted his torso left and right, attempting to garner feeling inside of his body. He needed his blood to be pumping before he attempted to do anything strenuous. After a few seconds, he felt the dull aches fade away, and his energy return. He still had a minor headache from the crash, but it wasn't anything major, and even that was slowly disappearing. Once he felt better, Jackson sighed, before running a hand through his wet hair and mentally preparing himself for potentially panicking citizens.

"...Hey, name's Jack." He greeted them all, his deep voice still retaining it's Texan drawl. He coughed in his fist, "Seems like we all got banged' up pretty good."

The Island

Oh man, guys, sorry about that. School is starting again and I have to adjust my sleeping schedule, and start looking around for another mini-job. Sorry for my absence.

First RP: Pokemon

Interesting.

Also, Fenrir Fire/Fighting sounds so awesome.

First Evolution

Second Evolution

Final Evolution

Kokan Academy: a school for monsters

"Any reason why I can smell your fear?" Jett casually asked, his deep, rough voice piqued slightly in curiosity. The bus driver - an ominous man with glowing eyes - waited patiently for the other students to get on. Jett, meanwhile turned his head back to look at Soulless, crimson eyes half-lidded and calm.

Kokan Academy: a school for monsters

At the sound of commotion, Jett boredly glanced back, catching a brief look of a really...really weird person...most-likely another monster. The boy was used to only seeing other monsters and humans as snacks, considering he often just nabbed them up whenever they came up to his volcano, so seeing one with such a...powerful aura was interesting. However, he didn't feel intimidated; no one could intimidate a dragon, really, and so he turned around and headed onto the bus once it parked near the bus stop.

Kokan Academy: a school for monsters

Nearby, hidden in the near forest, a portal made from magma and flames briefly appeared. A figure stepped out of the portal, hands resting calmly in the pockets of his black, furred hoodie. He briefly glanced around, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, before narrowing his eyes and walking from the bushes. "Oh...duh." He murmured to himself, walking towards the bus stop calmly. Once there, he gave the assorted crowd a nod before glancing back out at the streets.